Suffering In Silence Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Suffering in silence
Is written on my forehead.

I have no means to earn here,
No shelter to stay in,
No clothing to put on.

I had been to Hyderabad
As bonded labourer but
I lost my sweet heart there.

I returned back Kesinga, Odisha
The land of my birth.
But what shall I do here.

No one is there to listen me.
I am now on the railway station
To show me the way to live,
Is there any one?

I know not what is Government
But our wordmember came to me
And took two hundred rupees
My hard-earned money as dadan,
And assured to give a card,
Perhaps that would be a source.

Where shall I go now
A problem to me
And whom to approach
And for what
That I do not know.

But sir, I do not like to
Take a rupee also from you,
I hate bagging, excuse me.

Please sir, My bad luck is mine,
As I took birth in Odisha and
Especially on this part.